…our clothes, washed by my mother
while our father was tortured in holding cells
and I said,
I was born just and diaphanous
unblemished and unbendable
I’m meant to remain and
in my early days, I learned
to ignore the fear of the night
I reigned over my unsteady steps
toward the bottomless mouth
of the abyss
into which the shadows vanish
unparalleled and pure, I’ll pass
to the Elysium
to be with the blissful
before I shall return another day
cut off from the breast
of a newlywed Kore and
I said,
I’m but a reflection of a sun ray
for the tired men of the world
to see and laugh
I reigned over my fear and
fearlessly I glanced at perfection
that supersedes the man’s littleness
a post and a lesson and a blessing.
Libros Libertad 